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The English Hearth.
THE ENGLISH HEARTH .
BY BRO . GEORGE MARKIUM TWEDEELL . * " 0 pleasant hour ! 0 moment over sn-eet ! ' When ouee again wo reach the calm retreat . Where looks of love and tones of joy tibiae—That heareu on earth—our dear , oiu- own iircside 1 " H ' uivisiDES ' a Pleasures ofllomt .
WHEN Autumn ' s fruits are gathcr'd in , And trees and fields are bare ; When merry birds no more are heard To warble in the air ; When sweetest flowers have droop'd and died And snow is on the ground ; How cheerful is an English hearth , With friends all seated round .
Then is the time for festive mirth , Then is the time for glee ; 'Tis then the tales of bygone days Give pleasure unto me : And when the wild storm howls without
With deep and hollow sound , I love the cheerful English hearth With friends all seated round .
And when those touching strains arc sung , Writ by the bards of old . How swift the evening seems to fly—Unfelt the piercing cold : What though the snow-flakes thickl y fall ,
And icicles abound ; ¦ I have a cheerful English hearth For friends to sit around .
And when the clouds of worldly care Are gathering o ' er my brow ; When sorrow ' s frost hath nipt my heart , And check'd the blood's warm flow ; When grief has in her heavy chain My buoyant spirits bound ; How cheering is an English hearth With friends all seated round .
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The English Hearth.
THE ENGLISH HEARTH .
BY BRO . GEORGE MARKIUM TWEDEELL . * " 0 pleasant hour ! 0 moment over sn-eet ! ' When ouee again wo reach the calm retreat . Where looks of love and tones of joy tibiae—That heareu on earth—our dear , oiu- own iircside 1 " H ' uivisiDES ' a Pleasures ofllomt .
WHEN Autumn ' s fruits are gathcr'd in , And trees and fields are bare ; When merry birds no more are heard To warble in the air ; When sweetest flowers have droop'd and died And snow is on the ground ; How cheerful is an English hearth , With friends all seated round .
Then is the time for festive mirth , Then is the time for glee ; 'Tis then the tales of bygone days Give pleasure unto me : And when the wild storm howls without
With deep and hollow sound , I love the cheerful English hearth With friends all seated round .
And when those touching strains arc sung , Writ by the bards of old . How swift the evening seems to fly—Unfelt the piercing cold : What though the snow-flakes thickl y fall ,
And icicles abound ; ¦ I have a cheerful English hearth For friends to sit around .
And when the clouds of worldly care Are gathering o ' er my brow ; When sorrow ' s frost hath nipt my heart , And check'd the blood's warm flow ; When grief has in her heavy chain My buoyant spirits bound ; How cheering is an English hearth With friends all seated round .